Treasure Island

Joseph T. Renaldi

(Frackville, Pennsylvania)

Prelude To Death


As a gloomy day winds down
and eerie sounds fill my room,
Creating ideas engrossing the mind,
Releasing a morbid vision of doom.

Outside the wind is howling,
Like a stray dogs's constant whine,
And the dusk is slowly declining
over the region by natural design.

It is then that death frightens me,
And I am overwhelmed in thought,
As I reflect upon my tenure in life,
And the good and bad thoughts I wrought.

When death lurks in my household,
And I am laid to my final rest,
I hope it will be said of me,
'He always did his very best.'

Submitted: Thursday, July 04, 2013
Edited: Saturday, August 03, 2013
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